Make Friends With A Deathclaw Novels & Stories

My so-called brothers, Aiden and Asher, always join me for meals, making sure I finish everything in my plate. We’ve grown really close over the time we spent here. Since they are both Undeads, like me, we get along incredibly well. Everyone says we’re like real siblings, which feels nice, since us getting close has always been Andrew’s wish. We've been working hard on getting stronger and controlling our bloodthirst better. Now there's no one who can match our strength. “Did Claw finally die?” Asher jokes from behind the bar, pouring me a cup of coffee.

With trembling hands, he reached out to identify the body, his heart pounding in his chest. And at that moment, as he gazed upon the lifeless figure, tears flowed down his eyes. His friend was really lying right before him, dead.

I might have been ruthless or cruel, but only to those who would dare invoke my wrath in such a way. As Silverclaw, one of my alterations gave us the ability to partially shift our wolf form, taking on whatever aspects of our wolves we may need. I elongated my claws and slowly sliced through the skin of the first victim, then I slipped my claw under the skin and began to rip it off.

I said and stood up. Death stood in front of me and suddenly he hugged me. I stood there awkwardly for a while and then I hugged him back. “Thank you, Jericho,” he said and I opened my eyes as I sat behind my desk again. I opened the message app on my phone and started typing. Jericho - Please add Damon Black to the guest list for the wedding and the coronation. Harper - Who is that? Jericho - A friend. I smiled and I felt like maybe I had truly made a friend in Death. It would only be to our benefit if we were civil. He’d be less inclined to kill us off before our time.

She couldn’t die—I just couldn’t let the only other family I had die. Claudia shook her head, swinging her leg violently off the table. “Listen to me, Sara. I don’t want my last minutes on Earth spent staring at your maniacal face as you try to heal me. My wound has already caught wolfbane. I’m going to die. I just…I just want you to forgive me before I die. You’ll always be my best friend.” “No! You’re not dying, Claudia!” I screamed. “Don’t you dare die on me!”

Too bad he can’t use magic when fully transformed. A pitched howl was released by his rival werewolf. It’s a call for backup. Before his rival could release another pitch howl, Lucas pounced on him. He growled holding his claws over the chest of his rival, he scratched him. This didn’t force his rival to seize, instead, he lets out a long-pitched howl. Lucas snarled as his beastly eyes glowed blue. He sank his claws into the lower abdomen of his rival. When he pulled out his hand, he pulled out his rival’s intestine. He growled and buried his claws into the chest of his rival ripping out his heart.

“What’s wrong?” “Alpha,” she repeated, and I didn’t bother to correct her. She still also called Damien Alpha as he had taken her into his pack, but when I got back the Palemane Claws Pack, I would be her Alpha. “Felix had mindlinked me,” she whispered. Although Cathy wasn’t a member of the Goldclaw Pride Pack anymore, she and Felix were still mates, so they could still mindlink each other, which worked great for me. And it was great to know Elijah had let him go from the dungeon.

In the hospital, my childhood friend, Lillian Reyes, laid pale on the delivery bed. She gripped my hand tightly. “Shea, I’m not going to make it. I’m leaving my baby to you. I trust you.” Her grip was so strong it hurt my hand. The pain snapped me back to reality. I took in the familiar surroundings and instantly understood what had happened. I had returned to the past. When I remained silent, the midwife beside me shot me a look. “Your friend is dying here, and you can’t even say a word!

"With preparation, allies, and the element of knowing they expect us. Elena has offered Nightshade warriors as backup. Elder Thomas wants to send Silvermoon loyalists to help secure the territory once we find it." "And what about you?" I turned to Drake. "You are not fully healed. This could kill you again." "Aria." Drake gripped my shoulders, forcing me to meet his eyes. "We are the same, you and I. Death is not our enemy anymore—it is our power source. The closer we get to death, the stronger our rebirth abilities become. If this is a trap designed to kill us, we will just come back more powerful." "That is insane," I whispered.

Click. The flash illuminated the grotesque scene, capturing every detail—the twisted limbs, the unnatural angle of the body, the dark, spreading blood. She adjusted her lens, focusing on the claw marks. There was something almost hypnotic about how they seemed to grow from the earth itself as if they had always been there. Click.